The Warrior of Poetry: The Poetry archive
The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
The indifference of lapping water in a sealed land locked harbour, water, it laps goes backwards and forwards. Even mother moon has no impression upon this wind variable lagoon of intransigence, but thunder will come, changes will be be brought forth profound upon this semi stillness. The walls in this circle will be broken and once more the waters of life will flood back to the divine gravitates of an unchanging sea ruled by mother moon.
Today life in repression waiting for the discarnate beast drifting in an auric essence unknown till now.
The darkened collectives of the violent trail into towns and cities, condensers given forth due to explode in unholy rythmn to the steps of mad
times, heading wild on the run from truth that runs much deeper in the pulse of dark rivers interspersed by unknown oxbows of vortexes waiting…
When the East wakes up a darker cloud will depend, it’s something in the air heat and dust with deprivation and bone crushing political religious doctrine and ironclad dictatorship. THE WEST is still indulging in a technology nirvana and preferred delusion to metaphysical facts, drowning in a sea of meaningless visual filth cheapened by media.
As all populations rise the spread of panic will alight humans need to disperse from condensed types of cluster living, in real terms, we occupy little space in relation to the magnitude of mother earth, but have doomed ways of living in buildings high enough to touch cloud bases, the rest is congested cities an unequal arrangement of dependencies and the meaning of life cheaper by the day.
The more that religious fires are stoked the more religious fire spreads, in multifaceted ways and not always the peace for which we know to be elusive. Tied up in a jungle of words in life that upon death equates to sand unless the legacies of wise words and deeds are heeded, but never the less no human should live and for no reason to be proffered forth, would deny spiritual survival and the comfort of eternal truths now locked in mystery as of these present moments in time no one should live for no reason.
That means to say that whatever is making death so prevalent does not at this point in our evolution does not indicate an all loving benevolent God (entity), so I conclude much darker forces at work and much mission bound pro action through individuals who spread divine light.
The conspiracy and control and how this keeps the masters in their high chairs from the monarchy to feudal landlords, the banks governments national and local, it is all there to control and regulate as a world population spreads out of control.
In this heavy mix the greatest form of denial is that of a roof over ones head be it as a singleton or family, there is now a not so hidden state of homelessness, does society care I doubt it, those upon the streets are viewed as almost byproducts in the gutter a strong statement to make I know, but that is where we are in so-called society.
We also happen to be living in a judgmental and formulaic society where the only ways to move along in life are the prescribed ones usually driven by fear and failure through the conduit of politics and devious media and obvious peer pressure, there appears to be few exceptions to the dogmatic nature of passage and the greatest failure of the prescribed systems, more often than not they miss some very gifted humans who are on the Autism Spectrum I will not add to this the condition of Aspergers Syndrome as the identifier Hans Asperger is now known to have collaborated with the nazi regime in the extermination of disabled children.
The legacy of a strong presence, it had been a long time since we had visited a cottage called Cold Place, mud and dust, global spider webs over objects abounded the key turned a faltering mechanism.
A soft creaky push opened the door so heavy it had momentum of it’s own we lit ancient scented candles as we weaved through a cobweb menagerie of damp furniture toward two gentlemanly high back chairs that faced one another in gloom, with a black leaded fireplace we both sat cold in bold dampness but all the while a buzzing was a niggling away at our senses, profound as if some inevitable awakening was coming to greet us and it did, the fire combusted to life wind broke through, dry rot window frames all that was damp unfurled itself. Dry cobwebs blew sucked by a moving internal vortex the family wished us back.